kaleidoscope

i feel like the summer has slipped between my fingers. i don't know where i was this entire month, but now it's less than two hours away from being august and it's just occuring to me that this was indeed my last real summer to be here with the people i've always summered with.

i know it sounds stupid, and i also know i can't stop myself from criticizing my own statements, but it's sad in a sweet and unhurting way. i feel like i've made peace with most of the people i'll never be seeing again save for new year's eve parties and accidental run-ins at the mall on holidays.

i'm ok. i really am. there are a few people i'm going to come to miss, but mostly i've already gotten over it. i don't cry much anymore except at the most inopportune moments. for example, the most recent episode i can recall involved me being the only soon-to-be graduate at a particular planning event. i don't get emotional over things that normally upset a person's happiness, but rather am bothered immensely by things that nobody gives a flying fuck about. i'm pretty sure we all have our days, but i just haven't had a good cry in a long, long time.

does that make me heartless? probably, which is why i don't generally do well with children. i'm eighteen and i'm selfish and i truly believe i'm invincible. i don't like to be denied something that i want and when i want something i want it immediately. honestly, i'm too wrapped up in myself to be sad about saying goodbye.

they say the first step is admitting you have a problem, but if you're not hurting, i don't see what's wrong.

little july showers

it's raining right now. i can't help but love it. i've always liked it when it rains, unless i had specific plans to do something that can only be done without it.

that's it. still no remedy.

newsflash!

there are other girls out there with my name. according to facebook, there are seven. while a total of seven maggie kennedys may not seem like a lot to the average joe, when you've never met another person with your name, seven is a lot.

and that's just on facebook. i bet there are enough of me to conquer the world!

butterfly in the expansive sky.

truly, i can go twice as high. take a look, why don't you? it's in a leather-bound book! the reading rainbow. the reading rainbow.

and i'm not even on anything.

the verdict:

teeth are being removed tuesday morning. i have a hunch it won't tickle.

i appologize for the short and highly un-entertaining posts. however, i follow that statement with no remedy.

this is what it comes to:

IMing your sister on a tuesday night as you sit on the old pull-out sofa, knees touching and totally IN THE SAME ROOM AS HER.

i love summer.

nightingale song

and little ever changes if anything at all,
and we remind ourselves how small we are.

i don't know.

that's about it.

www.jesusfarts.com

dear paul simon and art garfunkle,

i don't think i like your name, arty, but together you guys make the music of angels. or at least the music that is in my car stereo. thanks for not sucking a lot. i think i am going to take you on vacation version 2.0: myrtle beach style. what do you think of that? i think i should have checked the dates to make sure we were leaving when i said we were leaving so i might actually make some money before going to college. that's what i think.

i also think that "saturday in the park" is definately one of my favorite songs and that it's definately on the radio right now.

well, just thought i'd let you know. don't be those guys.

love,
maggie

mr. reid went to harvard.

did you know that not only is he a terrible candidate to teach ap english literature, but that he is also a cumpulsive lier? the things you learn from emma.

wow.

i just had the best day ever. aside from the panera asshole who always points and laughs at me for reasons (other than the obvious) i can't determine, today was maaaaavelous.

ok. so it was nothing out of the ordinary, but i just went to borders and got a mostly free coffee that was chocolate flavored because - darn! - they ran out of regular. the sacrifices i make.

tomorrow i'm going shopping with my mom. mayhaps it won't rain and the aforementioned tanning necessity can be brought down a few points, though sadly it doesn't look like that will be the case.

i am convinced that lh michael, the unfortunate offspring of microsoft sam, is from columbia. not that i have a problem with south americans. quite the contrary - i'm rather fond of them. but if your computer were to talk to you, wouldn't you expect it to be british? "i'm your new laptop, chum. i eat wretched things that cost a fortune and have a distinct smell. rubbish, beckam, and piss off."

for pete's sake. someone put the world out of it's misery and shut me the hell up.

towels up the wazoo

that's primarily what i did today - counted 35 boxes of towels. and still i feel accomplished.

so basically my welcome-back was played out by being deleted from comany records. all of them. i couldn't clock in, i couldn't clock out, i had to reapply for direct deposit, i can't get an employee discount... the people i worked with in receiving thought my name was kim and that i was the new person hired to work in stock. TWO YEARS, PEOPLE. the only thing that made me feel somewhat like i was at the right place was that the manager - out of the kindness of his dear heart - confirmed that my locker had indeed not been given away. if i didn't have a place to put my money so it could be stolen every few months, mark my words: i would have stormed out of the place.

and returned in three minutes.

seriously, though. it wasn't bad. i actually enjoyed the change of atmosphere. once i began being referred to as "hey" over "kim," i came to realize that the employees customers don't poison with their venomous indifference and ridiculous questions ("what's fiffdee pursent off of tiin?") are actually quite than pleasant to work with.

enough of that. love actually is a great movie and the only instance i can think of in which hugh grant does not play the role of a complete asshole. no; notting hill doesn't count, either.

maybe if the weather ever stops being crappy we can go to the beach. not that i'm volunteering (or not volunteering, i suppose) to haul you around, but does anyone agree that we could all use a little tan? that's what i thought. so who's in?

i guess that's all for now. i'm tired and typed out.

maybe you'll learn something new, but probably not.

Three names I go by:
1. maggs
2. doodle
3. mooster

Three screen names I've had:
1. doodle0512
2. hazelnut587
3. funmaggs

Three physical things I like about myself:
1. eyes
2. teeth
3. hands

Three physical things I don't like about myself:
1. tummy
2. thighs
3. boobs (or lack thereof)

Three parts of my heritage:
1. irish
2. german
3. dirty polack

Three things I am wearing right now:
1. white uf t-shirt
2. pink pajama pants
3. underwear. the scandalous kind.

Three favorite bands/musical artists:
1. hey mercedes
2. billy joel
3. ani difranco

Three favorite songs:
1. burnadette
2. boys of summer
3. your song

Three things I want in a relationship:
1. love
2. patience
3. equality

Two truths and a lie
1. i have never seen titanic.
2. i love living in florida.
3. i dislike dogs to the point of nearly hating them. all.

Three physical things about the preferred sex that appeal to you:
1. strong arms
2. handsome eyes
3. deep voice (technically not UNphysical)

Three favorite hobbies:
1. shopping
2. writing
3. talking to friends (cliche, but my favorite of the three)

Three things I want to do badly right now:
1. go back to europe
2. find someone spectacular
3. get a manicure

Three things that scare me:
1. never finding true happiness
2. never finding a career
3. being completely figured out

Three of my everyday essentials:
1. shower
2. eye make-up
3. a good laugh

Three careers you have considered or are considering:
1. spanish major
2. criminal psychologist
3. mommy

Three places you want to go on vacation:
1. australian outback
2. spain
3. chile

Three kids names you like:
1. corryn
2. felicity
3. maitland

Three things you want to do before you die:
1. travel the world
2. speak spanish fluently
3. marry someone spectacular (but not before i'm 25)

Three ways I am stereotypically a boy:
1. i sweat.
2. i belch.
3. i take an occasional shit.

Three ways I am stereotypically a girl:
1. i love flowers.
2. sparklie things catch my attention. always.
3. i own too much jewelry

Three celeb crushes:
1. celebs don't do much for me.
2.
3.

your song

so excuse me forgetting, but these things i do -
you see, i’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue.
anyway, the thing is, what i really mean -
yours are the sweetest eyes i’ve ever seen.

router?

i have one? that works? and i'm updating using the laptop?

correct-san.

one laptop, two warnings, and countless cherries later...

so now it's friday. things are somewhat back to normal, though i did have several other strange experiences last night. i swear - i can't do anything anymore without something completely weird happening.

not that i mind.

about those ap scores... i'm not going to lie. i kind of rocked this year. out of four, i only failed one, and i finally got a four on an exam, but not just any exam - the ap calculus ab exam of death. so today i might have to celebrate in the form of decorative pillows for my bed and fantastic bowl chair that are to follow me like ducklings to my in-state university of choice.

but enough about me.

just kidding!

it turns out i forgot a lot of spanish. for example, the verb llegar means "to arrive". i thought it meant "to allow." imagine my confusion as i sit in borders at 9pm on a thursday night trying to fill in the blank when beatriz has not yet allowed, yet always allows on time. ay, que lindo!

my mom bought cherries, in case you were wondering what that was all about. i have been enjoying them in the morning. i have not been enjoying shakira covered in tar on vh1 in the morning.

that's it for now. i smell and need to shower, but i'm probably going to go shopping instead.

saturday in the park; i think it was the fourth of july.

so yesterday was pure awesome. i knew i loved this holiday for a reason. between the fireworks and the fireworks, it rocked.

today i got a new phone. same number, millions of more things i can do. just thought i'd take this opportunity to brag.

that's it for now. movies tonight. new faves rock.

new discoveries:

• diet coke doesn't stain if your name is alicia.
• bridget jones will still be easy to relate to in each new sequel of what i hope to be hundreds.
• microsoft is more than idiot proof when it comes to formatting a hard drive.
• french cologne is spectacular.

coming round the college corner

this is going to be expensive. very, very expensive.

and totally worth it.

the list of things chris and i both like is growing. not exponentially or anything, but still. it's something to be happy about. we figured out that we both like to laugh and see blood, for example.

has someone ever specifically told you not to show up at a performance? it kind of hurts, but in a way it's also a compliment. but it still really hurts. would you show up anyways though and stand where you won't be seen? or would that just piss them off? i'd appreciate your thoughts on that one.

as for now, shower and more shopping. tonight is movies at andrew's. inconceiveable!

talent show, anyone?

"you may be right;
i may be crazy,
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for.
turn out the light;
don't try to save me.
you may be wrong, for all i know,
but you may be right."

it's times like last night that i resent growing up and moving away. or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that i resent ucf in whole.